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  The poetry of Australian writer Graeme King - funny, sad, serious and romantic poems. Poems for children, nature and environment poems. ©kingpoetry2007.
 

YETISPEAK

The Beaker Files #6

The ongoing story of the adventures of Professor Beaker. It starts HERE.

Professor Beaker said to Igor: "Don't make any sound,

our hide will fool a Yeti any day,

but if he hears us talking when he has a look around

he'll know there's something wrong and run away."

 

They sat inside an ice cave with binoculars to see,

the Yeti tracks outside in open view,

their study of the creature would go down in history,

and maybe win a Nobel prize or two!

 

"It's great you found this cave," said Igor, "It's the very best,

incredible a cave could form so big,"

"I simply picked the spot," said Beaker, "Spambot did the rest,

no problem, I just set his mode to 'dig.'"

 

Young Igor laughed, their Spambot was essential to their trek,

their robot full of pork and ham alloys,

he reached out and he placed a pat on Spambot's meaty neck,

that's when the trio heard the awful noise...

 

A growling, moaning sound, and Beaker called out: "Let's be brave -

it's probably a Himalayan bear!"

but Igor turned around and shone a torch into the cave,

aghast to find the Yeti standing there!!!

 

"Don't move," said Beaker, "stay quite still, don't make him take alarm,

we'll be the only men he's ever seen,"

they stood still, watching silently, the Yeti raised its arm,

then waved and called out: "Happy Halloween!"

 

To say they were surprised is understating things a bit,

old Beaker's face turned blue, then white as chalk,

poor Igor couldn't move, like in a catatonic fit,

then Beaker said: "My Goodness, you can talk?"

 

"I'm sorry to surprise you," said the Yeti, "don't be scared,

I'm just a gentle beast, please calm your fears,"

Professor Beaker sat down, Igor simply stood and stared,

"I haven't seen a human being for years.

 

"I've had to stay up higher, near the summit of the range,

the snow has been too soft to come down here,"

"You wouldn't know," said Beaker, "of our planet's climate change,

it's all the fault of fossil fuels, I fear."

 

They spent a pleasant afternoon discussing ozone holes,

the Yeti was quite fluent, for a beast,

he asked a lot of questions on the shrinking of the poles,

and wondered if man's stupid greed had ceased.

 

"I've lived here for a thousand years, the time has passed so quick,

but now it's getting warmer - not so nice,

I can't survive much longer 'cause my fur is way too thick,

I need a home with constant frozen ice!"

 

"We'll take you north - the pole is quite okay and frozen still,

you can not perish here in your own yard,"

the Yeti looked at Beaker, and replied: "Okay, I will,

but such a trip for you guys will be hard!"

 

"I only have one question," Igor said, "before we go,

I realize you're a Yeti and a freak,

you have to be to live a thousand years in ice and snow,

but how the hell did you learn how to speak?"

 

Yes - I would like to know the answer, reader - wouldn't you?

the Yeti must have quite a tale to tell,

so come back soon and see what happens to our fearless crew,

and, dearest reader, bring your friends as well!

 

 GO TO BEAKER FILES #7

 

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